Royce Da 5'9" - Jump lyrics

[Intro] You know I really don't get it Motherf**ers Act like they want me in the game one minute Out the game the next minute f** do ya'll want? [Female Singer] First you want me in Then you want me out (Ya'll n***as is too fickle)First you want me in Then you want me out [Verse 1] You a hop, skip, and a jump From poppin' sh** to the one Ridin' the dick of the one Who rides sick wit' a young Fly chick and a gun Inside the whip when he come Shine lyrically dope My ability stroke the Todd Bridges at those A fly mix with a toast Of my n***as who jump (jump!) From my side to run in with my enemies (punks!) Keep on temptin' me I'm just a hop, skip and a jump From goin' ballistic, so n***a go and diss if you want Go and mention me homie, you gon' eventually jump You gon' switch when it comes to that chrome click And then one of your own hit You just a hop, skip and a jump (jump!) From not listenin' to me like my sh** don't exist Til I spit and you jump back on the dick of the one Accurate wit' a gun Mathematician wit' funds Minus a fifth of that rum Divide it with the hunger Times it with the times you fronted on my sh**, on my dick If one of them lines stick to your brain You now witness the pain Of my addition of rain The sun without the distance between None of what God gave you The shade is now taken away, today [Female Singer] Do you want me in? Do you want me out? (Just like p**y) (You remind me of a c*nt) Do you want me in? Do you want me out? [Verse 2] I'm just as underground as it gets You can come down in this ditch I'm hidden a mile deep The mummy without stitchin' but I don't sleep, I pump Without snitchin, I'm simply about gettin' this money I don't just dive in to what would be my end if I jump The politics of this game n***as be followin' names They ride with who the hottest, and criticizin' the same You lil' Nas's and Jay-Z's, we got on the scene Not only make me wait for the remix, but sick Make me squeamish Make me think later that one of ya'll can be who the fake king is One of ya'll can be on the good label of Push Five mics in the Source cuz of who pulled a favor Arrogant as a f**, and you may have been just as humble To now fussin' bout who, sharin' the cover this month Man please This n***a's diseased comin' wit' better throwaway rhymes Then every one of your keepers, punks (punks!) Do you listen at all? It's fools that's winnin battles bought by the label, on cable And never gettin' the call Ten tapes at a time, you send it off to the label And wait at the mailbox While they make up they minds [Female Singer] Do you want me in? (Yeah) Do you want me out? (Ya'll try me, knowin' that ya'll n***as is punks) First you want me in Then you want me out (Yeah!) (Is this what you want?)